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FLOODGATE by ALISTAIR MACLEAN

like an ice-box out here – I want you to wait a few discreet minutes, then

wander aimlessly around, playing the role of a genial, middle-aged Lothario

– just act your natural self, that is – and see if you can’t have a word

with Julie. just a few words and don’t let her talk more than a few words

with you. If necessary, just say the word “helicopter”. She’ll know what I

mean, I’ll try to get next to her and no one can hear a word on a

helicopter. I don’t want to go near her myself. If Samuelson has got a

leary eye for anyone, it’s for me.’

‘A bagatelle,’ George said.

They re-entered the living-room, both van Effen and Vasco giving

exaggerated shudders: George was too big and wellcovered for that sort of

thing.

Romero Agnelli smiled. ‘Back so soon, gentlemen?’

‘Fresh air is one thing,’ van Effen said. ‘The Polar ice-cap another.’ He

looked up at the flickering but silent TV set. ‘Mr Samuelson not down yet?’

‘He’s hardly had time to get upstairs and back, has he,’ Agnelli said

reasonably. ‘Your glasses, gentlemen.’

At the bar, van Effen said: ‘It’s a wild night outside and

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getting wilder. Do you seriously think it’s safe to fly tomorrow?’

‘Do you fly?’

‘As a passenger, a lot. I have – had – a pilot’s licence. Never been in

a helicopter in my life.’

‘I have a licence for a helicopter. Total solo flying t1me -about three

hours. In weather like this, you wouldn’t get me within a hundred miles

of the pilot’s seat in a helicopter. Daniken’s had thousands of hours.

Superb pilot.’

‘Well, that’s a relief.’ Van Effen was aware that George and Vasco had

drifted away: his eyes made no attempt to follow them. ‘Nice to think we

might get there – wherever there is.’

‘If Daniken wasn’t sure he wouldn’t take off.’

They continued an amicable discussion along those lines for two or three

minutes until Samuelson reappeared, to all appearances his usual urbane

and good-humoured self.

‘Any moment now, ladies and gentlemen. I think we should take our seats.’

It was the same lugubrious announcer and he seemed to have aged

considerably since his last appearance.

‘We have two announcements to make, both concerning the FFF. The first

is that London and Stormont, the Northem Ireland parliament, have arrived

at an agreement to begin active and immediate negotiations with our

government. Such negotiations have, in fact, already begun.’

Samuelson beamed.

‘The second is that the government advises all citizens of the

Netherlands to be of good heart. The Ministry of Defence suspects,

although it has no reason to believe, that the FFF will be switching its

scene of operations from the lisselmeer, where the dyke breaches and the

explosion of this nuclear device are promised to take place tomorrow.

This is because the FFF have established a practice of not striking twice

in the same area. The balance of opinion is that they will concentrate

on the southwest, most likely in the Rotterdam-Scheldt. The reason given

for this announcement is that the govemment wants every citizen in that

area – repeat eve?y – because it affects every citizen, to be on

continuous alert and report anything in the slightest way abnormal to the

nearest police or army post. It is

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appreciated that this statement will also be picked up by the FFF, but the

government regards this as the lesser of two evils compared to whatever use

it may be to the FFF.’

Samuelson was no longer beaming. Van Effen, forehead furrowed and lips

pursed, looked at George, then, without altering his expression, at

Samuelson and said: ‘I don’t think I like this very much.’

‘I don’t like it at afl.’ His expression was almost a mirror image of van

Effen’s and the fingers of both hands were drumming on the arms of his

chair. After a few seconds he turned to van Effen and said: ‘And what do

you make of this development?’ It was significant, van Effen thought, that

Samuelson should have asked him first: it didn’t speak too highly for his

confidence in his associates. Van Effen waited about twenty seconds before

he replied: he already had the answers to most possible questions but

Samuelson wouldn’t have been too impressed by an immediate answer.

‘I think they’re bluffing. Or, at least, counter or double bluffing. They

may believe that you intend to strike next in some other spot entirely and

that this is intended to put you off your guard and relax while they close

in on where they fondly imagine you are, or they may not be bluffing and

this may be intended to restrict your movements. Either way, they’re not

very bright, but, then, the Minister of Justice, the Minister of Defence

and the Chief of Police of Amsterdam are hardly renowned for their

outstanding intelligence.’ George coughed softly into his hand but retained

an impassive expression.

Samuelson looked doubtful. ‘Don’t forget I’ve met Wieringa. He didn’t

strike me as a fool.’

‘He’s not a fool. He’s honest, straightforward and the most popular man in

government but lacks the devious intelligence to rise to the very top.

Plots and counter-plots are not for him. Another thing, if the authorities

knew where we were don’t you think we’d have had a visit from a battalion

of paratroopers or commandos – or both – quite some time ago?’

‘Ah!’ The thought seemed to cheer Samuelson up.

‘And still another thing. I’m told you have another operations

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centre somewhere. Why don’t you call them and see if they’ve suffered any

harassment?’

‘An excellent idea.’ Samuelson nodded to Romero Agnelli, who dialled a

number, spoke briefly and hung up.

‘Nothing,’ he said. ‘

‘Again excellent,’ Samuelson said. ‘So we’re in the clear.’

‘No, we’re not.’Van Effen shook his head in a discouragingly defa-iite

fashion. ‘Lieutenant, is there any chance that it may have been

discovered that the truck and weapons are missing from the armoury from

which we took them?’

‘The truck?’Vasco said hoarsely. ‘Possible but unlikely. The weapons, no.

The regular inventory isn’t due for another two weeks.’

Van Effen said: ‘Mr Samuelson, it’s not really for me to say, but

shouldn’t we change the identification numbers on that truck?’

Samuelson also smirked. ‘Already done.’

‘Well done. But there’s more to it than that.’ Vasco spoke huskily and

unhappily. ‘The authorities, as Mr Danilov says, may be operating in this

area. Mention was made of both police and army posts. That means there

may be police and army road blocks. Police road blocks present no danger.

Army ones do. They know the missiles in transport – which is in itself

an extremely rare occurrence – always travel in convoy. If you want to

get them to their destination they’ll have to travel by helicopter.’

‘Not in my helicopter, they won’t,’ Daniken said firmly.

‘Mr Daniken, I believe you to be an expert helicopter pilot.’ Vasco’s

voice being in the assumed condition it was, it was difficult for him to

speak coldly, but his eyes were cold enough. ‘The cobbler should stick

to his last. I’m an expert on missiles. A missile cannot be armed until

it’s in flight. It’s obvious that you’ve never been in military

helicopters. What do you think the Russian gunships use in Afghanistan?

Pea-shooters?’ Daniken remained silent. ‘I also think the other weapons

and explosives should be removed otherwise you’re more than liable to be

asked what armoury you’ve taken them from and to what armoury or army

unit you’re taking them. Mobile army con-

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trols tend to be very curious, very alert and very persistent -especially

when they know there’s a national emergency alert out.’

Daniken looked unhappy. ‘But the detonators

‘The detonators,’ George said comfortably, ‘will be in their velvet

sockets, wrapped in cotton wool, in a lead-sheathed steel box and resting

on my lap.’ He let a note of irritation creep into his voice. ‘Do you

think I want to have myself blown up, far less your damned helicopter?’

‘I shouldn’t imagine so.’It was Samuelson who spoke. ‘What do you think,

RomeroF

‘I don’t have to think, Mr Samuelson.’

‘Neither do I. Totally agreed, gentlemen. Excellent precautions. We shall

drive the truck down to the helicopter tonight and transfer the missiles

and the rest of it after the staff have retired, which may be rather late

especially as they, too, will be watching their TV sets at midnight. Not

that it matters that much. They are well accustomed to the mysterious

goings-on of film companies.’ He paused. ‘I wonder if one of you three

gentlemen would care to supervise the transfer of those materials.’

‘I will,’ George said immediately. ‘No coward like a big coward.’ He

looked at Daniken. ‘It looks like being a rather bumpy flight tomorrow.

As this is an ex-military helicopter, I assume you have clamps, lashings

and other devices to secure things that. have to be secured?’

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